Frosh Week has just ended across Queen’s University campus, and the realization is slowly setting in on the residing students. No more “suns out, guns out”, no more “your pussy is wetter than the humidity”, no more drinking lukewarm Twisted Teas until you blackout in the bathroom at Ale. It’s time for the students to face the music and their decisions. Students are slowly coming to the realization that the fun, flirty, under thirty time of their lives is dead. RIP in peace #tbt at the Underground, you’re a mother fucking adult now and you have shitty responsibilities you need to deal with.